Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
X-102,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.